The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The wool coat hangs on the back of the chair, a heavy, dark thing that seems to absorb the light in the small, drafty study. You have been wearing it for three days. It does not fit you anymore. It fits the man you were when you walked in, a man who believed that the weight of the world could be carried if one only stitched it tightly enough. You are Elias Thorne, and you are a tailor of sorts,...

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